Fade Out

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Status – Out of here for Five days! You know how, what and where to contact me!!!

The clock on the wall struck beyond Cinderalla’s washing time, all that was needed was a little silent time, but for the socially liked person in me, the “unsober” one in me and my want to be either in a corner sipping on solitaire or dancing to a tune the last few days life and its good has been lynching me in an ecstatic sort of way. The truth is simple – into your heart and into your arms I can and will go, though if only for Connie.

Considering that was the past and today is a new ball-game, considering yesterday was a saddened life disguised with tattoo’s of mirrored happiness and a hope that slowly but surely burnt out, considering everything that has gone in to making a virtual world that we all know – a home away from home sort of thing. Now songs that make me think of an era that was all about candies hidden away in a pocket and the biggest hand got the most, and then later which turned out to be – “You can have the candies, I’m taken the nicotine scrolls”.

Now that I’m being totally random to most of y’all – A shot out to the person in Madagascar, who stalks this site and the other’s who just generally like coming back to read what I like calling my puke, my system’s left-overs, you know except for the happier stuff – this being the latest! Another one goes out to the “Inhuman woman who’s gonna’ change my bug to a human” – YES! I said – MY BUG – Now go suck it up – Arsehole! This one also goes out to her anal wipes. This one goes out to the people who I have snapped at in the past, this one goes out to the stuff  – I’ve forgotten to put up here.

Okay, it’s time to kill this piece, speaking of which – I’m still on that vibe and You! thanks for last night, taking my mind off it. Now start living with me – wake me up every day with sweet nothings, kisses, black coffee and Pantera – I promise to wake you up on Sundays with a whole lotta’ loving and Dave Mathews Band – I promise – I promise! We’ll make it a rendition of Hoon’s Tonnes of Home with a pinch of sacredness that would as you put – “bring your puke buckets along people”.

Okay, this piece is officially dead now, need to head to pick up a friends mother with him and then I’m gonna’ head home myself and go into hibernation hard core for five days – and the best part – I’m being paid extra for it. So good morning, good Evening and Goodnight if I dont catch y’all.

Into the day break, we went trying to make something of ourselves. Into the funeral again, I think I made a big mistake, I think those certain things seem like a lie. I think I’ve been telling you about my downfall – secretly, secretly – I think I’ve been giving myself to you bit by bit, memoir by memoir…

…Crusades to the rescue,
I think not
I think knit,
I think superannuated,
I think procrastination…

Send your children to the pyre, abort those lost souls, no remorse;

I think not,
I am alive,
I am dead…

Case over; no cost payable, punishment seems heady, punishment seems to be new noise, we’ll see everything, we’ll feel everything, just that with tripwire otherwise actually we wouldn’t have given it out.

Smell the rose, the sweet flowers on the road up to the castle and if it tastes like honey, don’t swallow it all. I treat you like a woman, but I feel like a man, it ain’t supposed to happen this way, I don’t wanna’ swallow any more glue, Oh Yeah! No more going down there…

Into the day break…
I see guile
I feel the knot,
I think I’m awake!

The Random Links…

1. Questions
2. Metal-heads
3. Above the waist
4. Float

Randomly in love – I think!

charged me ten bucks for his nine buck stupidity, wanted to generate
everything from a flame inside, I also went to the conclusion of
wearing my gel in the giving aspect of words not containing, but
spreading. I’ve been to this place before and I’d probably see myself
here again, maybe an hour, maybe a day, maybe even a year, who knows,
who cares – do you?

If the word was care, then would you if you could? Or will you keep
waiting in sorrow for something that was never supposed to happen? The
answers lie in nothing but signs for you, me, the rest and us – So
yeah! Genral conceptual affection is what you said; I say Extreme Nazi
Swastika Concept this be. I said; you would have to be loved or be
kept out of the Zero Tolerance Zone, now I think you would, I do!

She put it much aptly in her take, which turned out to be OUR TAKE.
She’s right about the fit being just right, she’s right about the part
where we decided to boot pasts in their behind, she’s right about
every thing in that piece, so much so it does tend to freak me out and
not in a “hive” sort of way, but in a nice, warm fuzzy way – just like
two negative powers, when brought together become one supernova of
positive vibes, much like two sets of – “eight bunches of blue
bristles in between thirty two bunches of white bristles and this all
on a ‘pyramidical’ patch on a plastic, branded grip.”

Someday or some time I’ll find those words my brain is at random
unease to find and those words that have been driving me crazy for the
last thirty-odd hours. Those words were felt, those words were tasted,
those words were seen, those words smelt, those words were carressed,
those were outlined, those words were loved, those words were
maximized to a limit of no return, those words hit peaks and chopped
off the tips, those words drove a couple of souls, those words were
silent, those words were loud, those words drove me to the verge of
boundaries to become those words that brought me back, but importantly
those words were never quite words.

The silent one in me came out to play every now and then, the “pushed
to talk” one in me came out to relax in the comfort rendered by the
touch of Midas, sorrows spoken off only to drown in the arms of
jubilation, all this just to get lost in a galaxy of its own, a solar
system of its own. What triggered off quite a few thoughts was the
diminishing of the color-blindness that was ceasing to take over the
brain starting with the visionary aspect of things to come, scary the
thought is, much like “What if your mum had walked in on us kissing on
your porch?” and “my sense of coding is going down the drain, what
happens now?”

Last few words before I finally give up on trying to put something
down in words, when I know it is rather impossible – We just wished
that deadlines were just kept to pressure cookers, sleep should’ve and
should not have happened and finally why did it happen? This reminds
me of something – Why the fuck? Bed of Roses? What the fuck? That one
needs some serious anti-insecure venom.

The court is in session, please stand! The honorary one is in thou
presesnce – Oh God! Make up your mind!

Songs of “All my loving” and “being true” while at it, pity that
Lennon and his misfit bunch of friends thought he had it all sorted,
all rationalized, all laid out for the taking, utter pity it was -
they just didn’t sing the chorus right.

It went something like this…

Something in the way she smells
oh! she smells good,
some where in her smile
she knows that I know…

*smiles*

Oh God! Make up your mind!

Speaking of which, them both are just fears – things that lurk around
the corner for no real reason, reasons – yes but not REAL. Craziness
it is! Who needs fear any way, we got our arms stretched – Don’t we?
As for this blog – Listen to her, she makes more sense! and as for me
- I need to stop TRYING to quit nicotine and QUIT IT for good this
time!

There is but one poem to be told, one of many poems put together,
about the claws that sinked in and the dust that took matters into
it’s own little mirage particles and smiled and said; for it “is me
that you shall die of thirst and it is for me that you shall ressurect
to a land unforseen.” On it goes on the otherside; a river, flowing -
it’s little scions shifting into some beautiful and some into a land
that would be rather seen drowned in a mystical drunken haze.

Those drops fall into a place that imports it into a place that seems
to vaporize it, staggering back again, the steam just smiled and
questioned the origin’s existence, and saddened they all sat back and
promise to find a better land. Old Mr. Mystical drunken haze came
around again, he tried to figure what’d he miss, what’d have to give,
but the blur was too blurred for his clear sightedness. The whistle
finally blew and the whistle finally melted, the nicotine and caffiene
were just objectified viagra for the viagra-unfriendly, the subject
was – Was the son a bigger mystic or was the father a bigger haze or
was it always vice versa?

And now I rename a spot for the troopers who attacked a peace loving
country, who was never so peaceful with it’s back to the wall, so was
it’s alley. So on they walked, into an inspired town, orange and red
made up for the downers one fine night, gave way for reasoning try
outs in a competitions where the unreasonable had already won, alley
cat watched as the peace crashed into her – the reasonable
unreasonable – oh! what a shitty trip!

The lights shut down, helium balloons; alley said, Solitaire time with
alley; said Peace. Melting sorrows on speed was beggining to join in
the games, and games of chocolate smeared was a game, the chappel saw;
oh yeah! he saw it, but dared to lift a brow for peace and it’s alley
was about to lay something on him, he would regret.

Maybe, the political regime died somewhere, or will die some time,
either way the geographical status will prove reminascence to the
socially studied idiot and the skies told the lady in white to come
join in the heavenly feast that was laid out for them to dine on. Oh!
what a pity, they couldn’t see it the way they saw the world!

Spinning in circles, miracles happen, fierce strikes; the end will
come some day, but that would be termination; some said that comes
around with her too…

*sigh*

She was unreasonable, she was dressed in white and she had a million
names, the renowned one being Life…

*sigh*

Stolen bread from the house on the corner, only to feed on the
powerless, the fire cooks the farmer-slaves pot, I think I’ll go
hungry tonight. What a pity, the lamb was slaughtered for no reason!

Rename the damn spot will you! Peace is in love with it’s alley, stay
away will you Ms. unreasonability… stay away… we don’t need em’
whiteness!